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GOT: The Golden Lion 22: Era of the Lion
🕑 Added 2024-08-17 20:11:30 +0000 UTC"I-Is that a collar, my King?"
“And a leash, Mothe—Cersei,” Joffrey added, keeping an “innocent”, yet excited smirk on his lips. "Can I put this on you, my whore?"
Cersei's green eyes shook every time she heard those degrading words. Initially expecting it to be the usual bodily exchange of pleasure, she slowly came to realize that Joffrey wanted something far more than the 'usual'.
"O-Of course, my King." She tried her best to act the part.
Joffrey smiled boldly at that and stepped back from the bed. Without speaking, he gestured for Cersei to approach him.
She knew how to make a man excited and played her part as best as she could. She got on all fours on the bed and crawled towards Joffrey, swaying her hips more than natural, her almost see-through gown did little to hide her playful curves.
"Good whore." Joffrey stepped closer once her face dangled from the edge of the bed. He placed the collar around her neck and tightened it just enough to make her feel it without suffocating. But then he stepped back again and tugged on the leash. "Get down."
Cersei let him lead her. She stepped onto the carpeted flooring and watched Joffrey take a seat on the bed instead, keeping her standing. The very next moment, he removed his breeches, followed by his tunic, which rendered him completely naked. The sizable erection between his muscular legs was charming to look at. Unable to deny its allure, she licked her lips.
Joffrey looked up at her and met with her confused gaze. He sized her up head to toe and held back his aversion, letting his arousal take the helm. "A good pet should be on all fours, don't you think?"
"Ah!" Cersei felt the pull on her collar. Every inch of her skin grew goosebumps as Joffrey started to feel more and more unrecognizable. "Y-Yes, my King."
Hesitation? I like that. Joffrey relaxed on the bed and watched Cersei get down to her knees between his legs. But then she tried to hold his royal cock with her hands.
"No, no… On all fours, whore. Only use your mouth." Joffrey swatted her hands away, taking extreme pleasure in the play. "And you'll need another name. A whore's name. How about… the Golden Whore?"
Cersei watched Joffrey's excited face for a while. Then, she looked back down at his twitching length awaiting her touch. She gulped, worried for what was to come next, and moved her face closer.
"Faster, my golden whore!" Joffrey yanked the leash and slammed her face onto his heated loins. The entire length of his cock sloshed against her face with that. "Suck it!"
Cersei did just that. Without using her hands, she pulled her face back a little and then locked her lips around Joffrey's throbbing cockhead. Once she had it in place, she lowered her face slowly, taking more and more of him.
"Deeper, whore! No hands." Joffrey commanded, albeit keeping his eyes closed.
"Ummm…" Cersei moaned around his shaft and took him as deep as she could. Unable to use her hands, it felt harder to push herself to her limit. But she was determined to earn his favor and get back her lost privileges. "Ghk!"
"More!" Joffrey commanded and helped her take more of his cock in. His one hand pulled her down by the leash even more, while his other hand gripped a bunch of her golden hair and shoved it down.
Cersei gurgled over her own spit, and his cock tickled the back of her throat. She gagged around him, the waves of her squeezing and relaxing throat, stifling and even more arousing.
But Joffrey didn't let go until he felt her hands come up in an attempt to free herself.
"Aaaah…" Cersei gasped for breath, eyes watery, and her face red. The burning sensation in her throat made her look at Joffrey with heated desire. At the end of the day, she also had an appetite for sex. "Forgive me, my King."
She quickly placed her hand back down on the floor and moved her face. She rubbed his soaking wet cock across her face first, rolling it over her nose, eyes, and then finally lapped up her own spit that had pooled around the base of his cock. The musky, stickiness did less to disgust her and more to arouse her.
"Oooh… So big, my King." She murmured in lustful adoration. Each lick of her slithering tongue was a worship of his cock. "Just like your father… long and strong."
You mean Jaime? A whore through and through! Joffrey internally sneered. The fact that she even tried to equate him to Jaime did the job of ruining his mood.
"That's enough." He pulled her face away by the leash. "Lie down on your belly and spread your cunt. I'll show you how I treat my whores."
Cersei took a deep, nervous breath and obeyed the command. She stepped beside him and then crawled onto the bed like a cat in heat. Reaching the pillow, she let herself fall flat, her fleshy, curvy arse up in the air.
Better this way. Joffrey turned around and looked at her. No more looking at her face.
He looked down at her supple, delicately soft flesh. Being a highborn woman, and a queen on top of that, she had access to every possible way to keep herself beautiful. He could see that just from the complexion of her legs.
For the last time. You can do it, Joffrey. You're the fucking King. Joffrey reached for her thin nightgown and started lifting it. It was already resting on the backside of her knees, so from there he started feeling her soft, sweaty, glistening thighs.
But eventually, he got annoyed with the thin gown and simply gripped it with two hands and tore it apart. He threw one piece away, and the other still lingered on her mostly naked back. Her arse was all in his view, however, and it was fine to say the least.
Over the years Cersei had gained a little more flesh, but overall her body remained one worthy of being desired by men across the realm. Well, all men expect the one on his way to shove his cock deep in her.
Joffrey first caressed his fingers over the length of her back, from her shoulders to her hips. Finally, both his palms squeezed her asscheeks, kneading them and spreading them wide so that little star-shaped hole peeked out.
"I have a gift for you, my golden whore." Joffrey declared and pressed one thumb dangerously close to her back hole. "Won't you ask for it?"
"What gift, my King?" Cersei moaned. The teasing touch of his hands already made her lose control and her cunt drool.
Joffrey scoffed and kept kneading her cheeks all the while sliding himself up her legs until he straddled her thighs just under her rising ass. His cock tightly rested in the gap of her legs, pulsating against her drenched cunt. "Is that how a whore asks?"
"My King, please show me your gift. I beg you—oooh!"
Joffrey abruptly pressed his index finger on her back hole and pushed in the tip. Cersei's gasp was intense, and he felt her muscles tightly clench around his finger.
"This won't do," he mumbled and looked around.
He noticed a goblet of wine right beside the bed on the small table. He leaned for it and grabbed it, splashing some of its contents in the midst. He returned to his position on her legs and poured some into her asscrack. That was the lubricant he needed to shove more of his finger in. "Tell me, my golden whore. Has this been visited before?"
"Umh…" Cersei gritted her teeth, trying her hardest not to clench. "N-No, my King."
"Am I welcome?" Joffrey asked and continued to spill more wine between her supple bottom.
Cersei cooed as Joffrey continued to push deeper. "O-Of course, my King."
"Why?"
"Because… I'm your whore–Aaaah! Oh, Jo–my King!"
Joffrey sneered and pulled his finger out entirely. Without moving much, he picked up the small bag he had brought along. From inside, he took out a small, polished wooden thing, a design of his making. Its longer side was conical with a dull polished top, while the shorter side was wider and flatter, like a small doorknob.
"Time for the gift," Joffrey warned and pushed the longer, conical side onto her back hole. He added more wine to it and kept pushing more and more.
"Ooooh… Gentle… Your Grace!" Cersei clenched the sheets hard, feeling stretched like never before. In a place never explored. Her muscles knotted up at times, and her legs tried to shake Joffrey's weight away. But every annoyed grunt for Joffrey made her loosen herself up for him. "Yesss… I-I'm just a whore… your whore!"
"No doubt about that," Joffrey murmured and watched the entire head sink into her back hole. He had no doubt she was feeling full and tight. "Time for the main course. Are you ready for your king's cock?"
"Ummmhm… Y-oh…" Cersei felt too troubled to even breathe. The thing in her second hole made her feel dangerously full and open. "Yes! Yesss… just fuck me…Oh!"
Pa!
Joffrey slapped her ass once and fiddled with the same bag as before. He took out a handful of golden coins and sprinkled them on her naked back. Then, he pushed in with his cock aligned on her tight slit. "Say it again. Beg me this time. I'm paying in gold and I expect full service!"
"Feed me, Your Grace! F–fuck! Have me your way… do me… rough and… aaaah! YESS!"
Joffrey slid in right then. It was a tight space, however, as her legs were straight and tight together. One hand holding her leash and choking her, he had to use the other hand to spread her ass to give himself more room to shove himself deep.
Good thing she was drenched like a whore in heat. First went in the purple knob, and followed behind the thick, throbbing veiny girth. He watched as his entire length vanished into her royal cunt.
"Make it tight!” He commanded.
In that position, she felt utterly helplessly excited. His weight pressed down on her, the cock impaling her prized cunt, and rubbing all the right places inside. This was a pleasure so rare to her.
"Ummmmm… Seven!" Cersei squinted her eyes and clenched her fists.
Joffrey was no better. The wooden thing he had shoved in her ass had made her cunt tighter. He could feel something inside, but he couldn't care less as her silken, slippery tight walls were the joy every man sought after.
Yet, Joffrey closed his eyes and started to thrust into her hot depth. It was a pleasure beyond words could describe. So tight and yet the ease at which he could pump balls deep was otherworldly. But knowing who it was wasn’t very exciting, he knew that the final release was going to take a long time.
It's just a whore! He told himself and pulled the leash harder. Marei! Yes, it's just Marei!
"Umph… Yes, yes… Oh, Seven hells! You're so good, my sweet lion!" Cersei moaned loudly.
Fuck! Joffrey cursed as her moan brought him back to reality.
"Shhh… Keep quiet, my whore!" Joffrey gripped her ass again. "Someone might hear us."
"I don't care! I just… deeper, my King! Yesss! Like that, so good… you're stretching me!" Her meaningful cries never stopped. Her cunt stretched and filled to the brim.
Joffrey grunted and leaned forward over her back, putting some weight into his thrusts. His body pushed the new toy in her ass harder, and all the while his cock struck her deep. He used both his arms to keep himself from completely toppling over her back.
"Ugh… hugh!" He grunted harshly. His hips moved in waves of long and deep thrusts. The pace only went harder the more her insides loosened up to him and coated him with her hot nectar. It hadn't been long and he could already sense her approaching climax, her clenches and throbs going harder and harder.
"Oh, my King… I'm coming on your cock! Please let me come… please let your whore come!" Cersei pleaded and slammed her face into the pillow to muffle her intense cries.
Unwittingly, she felt intense spasms inside her core, and her belly knotted up. Her hips tried to rise upward but only earned a harder pounding from Joffrey and smashed back into the soft bedding. "Aaaaaah~ I'll go crazy!"
Before she knew it, the heat took over her mind. Her eyes rolled up and clenched shut while her insides exploded atop his impaling cock. She climaxed like a waterfall and squirted hard, again and again trying to raise her hips higher and failing.
The squelching, watery sounds of her squirts leaking from the stretched edges around his cock and her walls made it all the more intense. The sheets under her were mercilessly drenched, and during that whole time, the fucking never stopped.
The King picked up the pace and went harder. He leaned down entirely on her back at that point, his chest panting on her shoulder blades. His forearm squeezed underneath her chin and captured her neck tightly. His plunges turned into small pumps of his hips that made the bed creak harder than even Robert could have ever done.
"Aaaaaaaa…" Cersei moaned melodically, the pitch going up and down with each slamming thrust of his young, virile cock. It burned her insides like a never-ending fire, making her more and more sore.
This wasn’t the Joffrey she knew. But this was the Joffrey she found herself loving the most. A true king, a man blessed in bed to leave any woman hungry for more.
"Yes, yes… Pour inside me, my golden lion! Fill me and make me yours! Damned be the realm! I-I'll be your oooh! Queen… I'll be your whore each ni-aaah-night!" Cersei proclaimed in pure lust and abandonment. "Ummph!"
Joffrey's brows creased at her declaration. Seven hells, this whore! She's making me lose the edge.
His choppy breath returned to calm on its own. Cersei had ruined his mental state and he knew he had to finish this last game once and for all. His thrusting slowly lost the pace, and eventually, he pulled out of her sopping cunt.
"On top… Get on top, you fucking whore!" Joffrey ordered her and rolled to her side, laying there straight. "Quick!"
Cersei weakly pulled herself up. Her entire front was drenched in sweat, even the bed had damp marks in the shape of her lust-filled body.
Don't look at her face… Joffrey focused only on her dangling breasts which had started to show signs of aging. But not yet, as they were still fantastic tits, round, soft, and taut.
"Oooh… so good." Cersei sat down on his cock, at last, aiming it up and swallowing it all in her tight cunt. It vanished in an instant as she let herself fall completely.
"So full… Umm, you like them?"
She looked down at his face and noticed his eyes settled on her breasts. She knew men loved playing with them, so she leaned forward and presented herself to his lips. She wanted to kiss him initially, but with the size of his cock and her backdoor also full, she needed space to gasp at each plunge.
Better than her face. Joffrey opened his lips and took one of her swollen rosy nipples in his mouth. He bit them softly and dangerously, the thrill made her coo in moans. He kneaded her feather-like breasts and smashed them together on his face. They blocked his view of her face and made him relish in that arousing softness at the same time.
"Ah-ah-ah… yes, my baby! Sooooo fucking good! You love this cunt, don't you?"
"Hmm…" Joffrey responded, it being the time to play the victim. "Moth—I mean whore!"
"It's okay, my lion… it's okay." Cersei paced herself faster and fucked herself on him.
"Call me anything… umph… Cersei, mother, whore, lover…ah, yessss~ So good, my sweet, sweet Joffrey… Suckle them… yes."
Joffrey tried to keep his ears deaf and focused on her breasts. Perhaps the only good thing about her after her tight cunt. He could see why some men went blind after savoring her cunt once.
"Ugh… I'm close!" Joffrey warned her, voicing doubt in himself. "I… I'm…"
"Shhh…" Cersei pushed her breasts more on his face to silence his questions. "Umm, that's it… I can feel it. So big and strong, my golden lion's cock throbbing inside. Let it go, dear, let it all out inside. You can have this every night… oomph! Every morning…. Anytime—yesss~"
It was a double-edged sword. The more he acted vulnerable, the more nonsense Cersei spewed. That made him lose the edge every time he came close to the peak. The tickling inside his virile balls was already at boiling point, and his muscles were knotting up.
"B-But…" He became loud with it. "What if… Ugh… What if you get…"
Plap! Plap!
Cersei slammed her greedy cunt on him as if her life depended on it. She clenched herself tight no matter how sensitive she already was. The desire to milk his cock inside herself gave her the strength.
"Don't worry about anything. I'm here… I'm yours Joff… If you want… Ah, oooh, you can make me birth yo—Aaaaah!"
Joffrey bit her nipples hard abruptly. The words she was about to utter were enough to turn his cock limp. I must finish this or this whore will ruin everything.
He stopped kneading her breasts and reached for her ass instead. He took control of the motions and started thrusting into her by matching her pace. The loud claps of their flesh grew louder and he groaned at the sensation of something traveling up his shaft.
"Yessss… give it all to me! Right there!" Cersei mewled. This was the greatest victory of her life. Obsessed with being the queen, once again her path to the throne was clear. So what if it meant taking Joffrey's cock like a submissive whore. He was good at pleasuring her, at least. "Ooooh! I can feel it, baby! Oh, I can feel it filling me up!"
Joffrey smashed his hips up and shuddered inside her cunt. He instinctively squeezed his ass and flexed himself inside her. He pumped out all the virile batter he had in store. It was a lot, soon leaking down the tight gaps and making a mess on him.
"Mmmm… You make me so happy, my lion." Cersei moaned in victory and fell forward on his chest. Her messy hair coated his face as well, hiding his expression.
I'll be having the last laugh. He reminded himself and calmed his breaths slowly. Soon he felt his cock pop out of her on its own, having turned flaccid. But Cersei remained on his chest without saying a single word.
Now we wait.
For almost an hour, Joffrey didn't move, nor did he fall asleep despite the fatigue. Cersei remained on his chest that entire time, having fallen asleep. But as soon as he was sure she was deep in her vile dreamland, he pushed her away from himself.
Like a decor piece, he made her lie down on the bed on her belly. Legs straight and parted enough so that her cunt was visible to anyone who may enter the room. He made sure no quilt covered her, as he took it all for himself, slid off the bed's edge, and gently landed on the cold floor.
There, he coiled himself up in a fetal position and barely covered himself with the quilt. Constantly, he shivered and maintained a frowning, ugly face.
Now it's up to you, Mhaegen, my beautiful bedwarmer.
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Outside the Queen's bedchambers, Jaime Lannister stood tall and firm as his duty commanded. Yet, replacing the stoic smile, he had a rageful frown plastered on himself. His only remaining hand rested on the hilt of his sword, clenching it so hard that the entire metallic sheath clanked.
"Good Ser, may I enter?"
Jaime woke up from the stupor and noticed a maid standing in front of him. Her blonde hair and kind, ordinary face were dime a dozen in the realm, so he didn't recognize her. But, he did notice the tray in her hands. "What is this?"
"Her Grace had asked for more wine to be brought in at this hour, Ser. And…" Mhaegen stuttered and glanced at the second thing on the tray. A small, almost round, and somewhat decorated pot with the lid on. "And this…"
Jaime's face turned red. How could he not know what a pot of Moon Tea looked like? He had seen Cersei take these every morning after their sensual nights together. But, knowing that she was taking it to rid the fruit that her own blood might bear in her womb made him feel suffocated.
Joffrey was his son too, after all. A son he was utterly proud of. A son gifted in both might and mind. A son that brought down House Tyrell. How could he not feel the anger?
"Give this to me. I’ll take it inside." Jaime stated and snatched the tray from Mhaegen. "Leave."
Once sure the maid had left, Jaime turned to the door and walked inside as silently as he could. He had heard the moans already, so he expected what he might see inside. But, once he did see it, he found it hard to balance the tray in his hand.
W-Why, Cersei? Why? Jaime's bloodshot eyes shed silent tears. You broke your oath to me. You said you'd leave our son alone. This is a sin! S—
He swallowed his thoughts at the sight of Cersei's naked back. He could very clearly see the evidence of white fluid between her legs and that wooden thing in her ass.
Insanity! This is insanity! Jaime couldn't stop his tears anymore and silently placed the tray on a nearby table. His gaze swept the room to look for Joffrey and eventually found him shivering, coiled like a fetus on the hard stone floor. His face looked hurt and scared, paper white like in agony.
As silently as he could, he walked over to Joffrey and covered him fully with the quilt. Then, with his retreating steps, he glared at Cersei sleeping, her body so relaxed and her sideways-turned face holding nothing but smiles.
You will have to answer for this, Cersei. You went too far… Too far to come back.
With that, he left the room. Never noticing Joffrey's slightly open gaze.
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Realm unaware of the schemes and the ploys ongoing in the Red Keep, the sun arose as every other day. Some pleasured, tired bodies refused to wake up, while the King returned to his bedchamber without making a noise.
At the same time, in a different bedchamber, a red-haired, northern girl moaned a name in her sleep. Her love, her prince, her King, and the father of her daughter. Sansa Stark was unaware that her hands had already dipped inside her drenched feminine petals, her legs spread wide in the bed.
"Ah… Oh, Joffrey." Sansa sang in her sleep. "Harder… as you like it."
Pa!
"YES—What?!" Sansa's eyes shot open with a flare. The slap wasn't a thing of the dream as she felt it right on her face. Enraged, she saw her little sister sitting beside her. "Arya, what is wrong with you?!"
"I should be asking that, Sansa. What is wrong with you? Look where your hand is." Arya seethed in rage. "What do you even see in him?"
Sansa looked down first and noticed her hand inside her small clothes, her sleepwear bunched up around her waist. She quickly made herself proper and sat up. "He's my husband, Arya. I love him."
"No, he's not. You're just his paramour that he fucks whenever his heart desires," Arya claimed, arms crossed. "You should come with me to Winterfell, Sansa. Joffrey is a demon. Did you forget what he did to Lady and Nymeria?"
Sansa averted her gaze and looked at Joanna in her cradle beside her bed. "I remember, Arya. I remember everything. I also saw him change from cruel to a loving and mighty King. He's everything I had ever wanted."
Arya smirked, her voice edged with cold certainty. "You're blind if you can't see it." She pointed with a tilt of her chin. "He visits the brothel and keeps a bedwarmer close by. Almost wedded Margaery, and openly revealed bedding her. Sansa, he'll never marry you."
"H-He’s the King, Arya. I can’t always be there to fulfill his every need. His desires… they’re intense, and his love for Joanna and me is real." Sansa’s voice became resolute as she rose from the bed. "If this place isn’t to your liking, you can always return to Winterfell. But I won’t have you speaking ill of the King again, not in my presence."
"Laughable," Arya sneered, her voice cold as steel. She sprang off the bed, eyes narrowing. "So now you're playing queen too?"
Sansa didn't pay any attention and busied herself with Joanna. It was her feeding time.
"Close the door when you leave."
"As you wish, 'Your Grace'" Arya mocked and left.
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"It's time, Your Grace." Val of the Freefolks, and now of Joffrey Baratheon, helped Joffrey put on his regal cape in his bedchamber.
Joffrey smiled, as he always did. The woman was a source of his true joy for he had truly won her in a sort of trial by combat. He was proud of his possession of her. "Impressed now?"
"Maybe," Val playfully replied and placed his crown on his head.
Joffrey chuckled. "Tyrells are the second wealthiest in the realm, and boast the largest army."
"But they’re fools, aren’t they? Thought they could slay a King and walk away. Now they’re caught," Val replied and stepped back.
Joffrey looked at her pretty face and gently patted her cheeks. He wanted to shag her, of course, he did; every time he laid eyes on her, the thought burned in his mind. But he held it back. "No, sweet Val. It's your beloved King who is too wise. Enough to outplay the Queen of Thorns."
"Queen of folly, you mean?"
"Hah, I guess this incident does make her one." Joffrey laughed as they walked. "Let's move. Spectators must have gathered by now."
By the gods, Joffrey underestimated his own expectations. The entire throne room was filled with nobles and smallfolk who had come to watch the trial of House Tyrell. It was hard to count how many there were, but every corner of the throne room was full, except for the path from the gates to the throne, and the place where the tables of three judges were set. There was even music being played, the song none other than the Rains of Castamere.
Soon enough, the herald announced his arrival. He hated how long his regal titles were. So, he let the herald keep shouting and entered on his own. He noticed the gazes were more focused on Val behind him, and it filled him with utmost pride.
I get to bed her, you lowlives. Only I!
Sure, a little petty. But he could afford it as the King.
Eventually, he sat down on his throne, and Val and Jaime took guard positions in front of him. Tyrion also came over and stood beside his throne.
Looking at his uncle, Joffrey felt a sense of victory. A victory over fate itself. You would have been the one standing trial today if not for me.
Soon after, the three judges entered the throne room. The first was Tywin, of course. The second was Lord Paxter Redwyne. And finally, the third one was Lord Orton Merryweather, an insignificant lord, but Joffrey gave him the opportunity since he wanted to shag his Myrish lady, Taena of Myr.
Once everyone was settled, the prisoners were brought in. There were more than twenty, but only Mace Tyrell was allowed to take the stand as he was the Lord of the House.
After that, Joffrey stood up and set the trial in motion. The music ended with that as every other soul in the throne room stood up in respect.
"I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, do hereby initiate the trial against House Tyrell for high treason—plotting to kill the King. But as I am the King, I must be just and impartial, no matter my anger. Henceforth, I have asked Lord Tywin, Lord Redwyne, and Lord Merryweather to preside as additional judges." He sat down with that.
When everyone took their seat, Tyrion took charge as the King's voice.
"Lord Mace Tyrell, you and your house stand accused of high treason. Did you plot to kill the King?" Tyrion questioned, a mere formality at that point.
"N-No! This is not the truth, Your Grace. My house stands innocent! It was all the work of my mother’s machinations—none of us, not I nor any of my kin, were complicit." Mace Tyrell cried like a dying pig. Indeed, a pig. The man had indirectly accepted the charges. So what if Olenna did it, that still implicated his entire House. "My mother, Olenna Tyrell is prepared to bear the responsibility, Your Grace."
Joffrey sneered from his throne, his voice dripping with venom. "Oh, spare me your pitiful excuses, Lord Tyrell. We are long past the point of singling out blame. Margaery is dead, and by all accounts, she did everything in her power to avoid that poisoned wine. She was fully aware it was tainted—she meant for me to drink it! Your mother wasn’t the only one plotting against me. My very own wife conspired regicide!"
"Y-Your Grace…" Mace Tyrell wept, shivering.
"Oh, you! Stand aside, you fat oaf!" Olenna snapped and came forward. She stood beside her son and glared at Joffrey. "Why squander our breath, Your Grace? Nothing we utter here will alter the outcome of this charade. Therefore, I demand a trial by combat!"
"Haha! You will fight?" Joffrey asked, mocking her.
"I will!" Loras Tyrell stepped forward, glaring at Joffrey with murderous eyes.
Joffrey didn't like that one bit. But he had a few tricks up his sleeves too. Joffrey didn’t care who slept with whom. But if it was a weapon he could use, it was worth it. "How amusing… Lady Olenna seems to have overlooked a crucial detail. I can't allow a sinner of the faith to taint the ritual of Trial by Combat."
In no way Joffrey could allow Loras to fight. Loras was a generational talent and among the best fighters in the realm. Jaime could have bested him but the man only had one hand now. Bronn was also an option, but there was no assurance.
Loras' confident scorn turned into horror. He stepped back in fear and hid behind his grandmother.
"L-Lies! My grandso—"
"Your grandson sleeps with men!" Joffrey cut Olenna off and bellowed. "He was bedding that traitor, Renly Baratheon! That’s why your granddaughter couldn’t consummate her marriage with Renly! Proof, you need? I have an abundance! From the very lords and ladies of the Reach itself! From every brothel from here to the Highgarden!"
The throne room fell silent, and the throats of every House Tyrell member ran dry. There was no other fighter in the Seven Kingdoms who would willingly fight to save them. It meant going against the King, and no one wanted that.
"I think we’ve heard enough. Lord Mace Tyrell has confessed to it willingly. By the authority vested in me as the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I hereby strip House Tyrell of all its titles, holdings, rights, and privileges. Furthermore, every member of House Tyrell is to be executed, and every household soldier, aid, and servant are to be sent to the Wall, or the Silent Sisters!" Joffrey declared, his voice cold and commanding. He turned his gaze to the three additional judges. "Lord Tywin?"
Tywin didn't even look behind at Joffrey. It wasn’t easy to hide a smile in moments like such. "I stand with His Grace's words. The King's Justice is fair."
"Lord Redwyne?" Joffrey continued.
"The King's Justice is fair." The man replied.
"Lord Merryweather?"
"The King's Justice is fair!" the man almost shouted.
With that, Joffrey looked back to Olenna Tyrell. He smiled proudly, having the last laugh. This was never in the plan. You did this to yourself, you old bitch.
"Guards!"
The Kingsguards and men of the Golden Legion entered and escorted all the prisoners back to their harsh cells.
"Thank you all for gracing this trial with your presence," Joffrey announced, rising from his seat with satisfaction. "It is essential that you spread the word far and wide. Treason will be crushed without mercy, and yet, loyalty to the crown will be handsomely rewarded. It was Lord Redwyne who exposed the insidious schemes of House Tyrell before they could come to fruition. Such loyalty demands a reward fitting of its grandeur. Lord Paramount of the Mander! Defender of the Marches! High Marshal of the Reach and Warden of the South! These titles are most befitting for a man of Lord Redwyne's esteemed service."
Lord Redwyne looked back at Joffrey with nothing but gratitude and delight. He stepped away from his table, took to his knee before the throne, and swore to King Joffrey Baratheon. Loud and clear, for the entire realm to hear.
The King now had the Reach in his grasp as well.
"Stand, Lord Redwyne. I would have called for a feast but we all have pressing matters to discuss. Let us postpone such celebrations till a more fruitful occasion." Joffrey put his sword away and swept his gaze across the hall. The spectators were leaving already.
So, he walked over to Tywin and smiled sharply. "Are we prepared, Grandfather?"
"Awaiting your orders, Your Grace," Tywin replied. Oh, how proud he was of this grandson. It felt like the return of Aegon the Conqueror himself, only without dragons.
Time to spread my name. Joffrey could feel the phantom grip of his sword and warhammer in his palms. Time for a battle.
“Let us discuss the matter in the Small Council chamber,” Joffrey said and walked away from his grandfather. After all, he noticed his personal conquest at the back of the throne room. Short hair, and her feral gaze that excited him always. “Came to see the trial?”
“No,” Arya scoffed, her voice sharp as a dagger. “I came to see the place where you sentenced my father to die.”
Seven hells! When is she going to stop?
“It wasn’t decided here. It was decided in my mother’s chambers. By her, and her alone.” Joffrey had no shame at that point. Cersei was already dead to him.
“But you delivered it.”
Oh, Sansa, I appreciate you so much more now. This one’s too feral.
“How rude.” Joffrey shrugged and walked past her. “And here I was hoping to tell you that we found your dire wolf.”
“WHAT?! WHERE?!”
He grinned secretly.
Got you!
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[A/N: The Joffrey X Cersei art I posted some weeks ago was related to this chapter's scene.]
Comments
Lord Mehmeh
This is a lit story I love this
MrPlotThickens
No. No Arianne in this one. She's already promised to another prince.
Asharzal
So, is Joffrey going to have a meeting with Arianne Martell?
Goxo
Well Arya is next it seems, and the trial was short and sweet. So what's the next problem to deal with. 1. Euron Greyjoy or 2. Aegon Blackfyre or 3. Women. Well till next time Author, Godspeed.
